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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I hurt.

So I ended up taking last week off of the gym, since Josh was home and off work.

Yesterday I took a kickboxing class.
And let me tell you, I kicked the crap out of that box. Or, I would have if there was an actual box to kick.
I kept my core tight and punched hard.
I was a champion.

(I'm comparing this to my usual kickboxing effort, which has more to do with watching the clock and having childcare than any motivation to get fit.)

Then today I took a weight class. You know, like squats and lunges and dumbbells and pushups and pain.

I was completely spent at the end of the class. And within the hour, I was completely sore.

Now I'm moving around like I'm 80 years old and moaning with every move I make.
It is not good.

I predict that I may have to roll out of bed tomorrow because I might not be able to stand up.
But I'll have to get up, because I have to get Alex to school before the 9 o'clock kickboxing class.

I'm bringing it ladies.

And I'm not buying any more Oreos either.

It's time to get serious.

Now I'm going to go take a hot shower and loosen up a bit. Then I'm going to curl up on the couch with some ice cream.

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About Me

Mom to two and wife to an Air Force pilot. We move about every other day, and are currently located in Korea.
My goal each day is to make it to bedtime without raising my voice.
I'll let you know when I'm successful.